詹姆斯·Q.杜邦/
Eversinceonemidnight, innineteenhundredandnine—whenIfirstheardmymothercrying—'svoicewaslowandtroubledashetriedtocomfortmother—, andwhiletheirproblemofthattimehaslongsincebeensolvedandforgotten, thebigdiscoveryImadethatnightisstillrightwithme—'—theyjustdifferinnature, that'.
Ibelievethehumanraceisvery, verytough—'t, thenwhydowehavesuchwordsas“laugh” and“sing” and“music” and“dance”—inthelanguageofallmankindsincethebeginningofrecordedtime? Thisbeliefmakesmedownrightproudtobehumanbeing.
Next, 'mtryingtosaywithhiscarefullywordedsentenceaboutthe“frightfullyradicalduality” betweenthebrainandthebeastinman—inallofus.
ThisbeliefhelpsmebecausesolongasIrememberthattherearecertainforcesofevileverpresentinme—andneverforgetthatthereisalsoadivinesparkofgoodnessinme, too—thenIfindthatthe“score” ofmybadmistakesandregretsattheendofeachdayisgreatlyreduced.“Forewarnedofevilishalfthebattleagainstit.”
Ibelieveintryingtobecharitable, intryingtounderstandandforgivepeople, .
Ibelievemostifnotallofourveryfinestthoughtsandmanyofourfinestdeedsmustbekepttoourselvesalone—, thesefinestthingswedoandcannottalkaboutareasortofsecretpreviewofabetterlifetocome.
Ibelievethereisnoescapefromtherulethatwemustdomany, .
, , butI'msureIshouldalwaystry.
